A/N: Ask and you shall receive:) xx Also! someone pointed out the fact that my fic titles are usually song names and they are 100% correct! I usually write in the song I listened to first while writing this. This time it was Fumes by The Eden Project.
Warnings: swearing, heavy make out session, suggestive dialogue.
Sometimes you just want Bucky, and only Bucky.
But, you couldn’t anymore. Because you two had broken up.
It took everything in your power not to be upset with how things ended, but you knew that you couldn’t hold onto the empty feeling it gave you when you thought about it any longer. He wasn’t yours anymore, and you weren’t his.
The thing is, you lived together. The building was big, sure, but on occasion you still passed by each other in the hall. You gave him an awkward half-smile, while he would look at you with a lost look in his eyes, his mouth twitching as if he wanted to say something but he never did.
You weren’t assigned on missions with him anymore, which was terrible because the two of you worked best when together. A team that was unbeatable, all broken because of a fight that could have easily been avoided.
Tonight was the first night in a while that you had to be in the same room as him for long periods of time. It was Tony’s birthday, and of course everyone had to be there. You tried to get out of it but you figured that you could handle seeing Bucky for a while. Just long enough to be polite.
You studied your reflection in the mirror, smiling happily at the simple black maxi dress you wore with pride. You may only be going out for a moment, but you were damn sure to make it worth it.
With a swipe of red lipstick on your lips, you were ready to attend the party. Even though it was just a simple walk down the stairs, that is.
The main room was full of people, a lot of which you recognized and some you didn’t know at all.
A rush of anxiety washed over you once you noticed multiple eyes on you. You brought yourself down the stairs, trying to mingle with people whom you’ve never met before. An hour had passed, and there was no sign of Bucky. You were confused to say the least, but grateful you wouldn’t have to deal with the awkwardness.
You heard him before you spotted him, though.
Bucky was never one to drink, but you could tell he was extremely drunk by the way he hung around Steve like a monkey to a tree. He talked loudly and animatedly, sipping on his drink continuously.
You furrowed your brows, turning back to Sam who had been the reason you hadn’t left yet. “He isn’t worth it, yknow.” Sam muttered, tapping your shoulder lightly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You defended, downing more champagne than you anticipated to.
Sam rolled his eyes, “Listen, I know Bucky. Sometimes he does stupid shit, and one of the stupid things he has done was lose you. There’s no going back on that.”
You sighed, “Why are you so nice to me?”
“Because you deserve it. You’ve been through a lot recently.” Sam explained, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Shall we dance?”
A breath of air blew out your nose, “Sure.” You gave him a smile and took his hand in yours, following him to the dancefloor.
You laughed as the upbeat song that was playing almost immediately ended, a slower song taking it’s place. “Lovin’ can hurt…” Sam sang along cheekily, taking his hand in yours and placing his other on your hip.
You daintily rested your other hand on his shoulder, attempting to mask your clumsy dancing skills with a smile.
Sam took you into his arms, spinning you outward. Unfortunately, it was then you saw Bucky. Seemingly sobered up, he stood straight up and watched every move you two made. You shook your head, following Sam’s lead as you spun together.
A laugh erupted between the two of you as the song ended, your head resting on Sam’s chest. “Who knew you could dance like that?”
“I certainly didn’t!” You laughed, the next song starting to play. Thankfully it was more upbeat, so you danced close to Sam while cracking jokes back and forth.
You could feel Bucky’s eyes on you, burning into your skull like a laser but you kept your attention on Sam while he did his tiring rendition of the robot.
“It’s terrible!” You laughed, mocking his moves.
It was then that you saw Bucky rushing towards the two of you. Before you could stop him, Sam was up and in front of you. “Are you serious, (Y/N)? Right in front of me?”
Oh no. He was mad.
“Buck, back away before you do something stupid.” Sam reasoned, the party now standing still.
Your cheeks grew red but Bucky continued to speak, a finger on Sam’s chest accusingly, “You fucking know how much I’m hurting over this.”
You swallowed, noticing the crack in Bucky’s voice. Sam’s chest heaved slightly, his shoulders relaxing once he saw Steve rush to Bucky. His hand brushed his shoulder before Bucky knocked it off, “No! Fuck you both!”
“Bucky, you’re drunk.” You muttered from behind Sam.
“And she speaks!” he let out a sarcastic laugh, “You infuriate me, (Y/N).”
Bucky stalked off, tossing his drink away. Everyone around turned back to their conversations, though quieter and closer. Steve started to follow but you grabbed his shoulder. “No, I’ll go.”
“You sure about that?” Sam asked, concern racing over his features.
You nodded, swallowing the bile that rose to your throat and gathering your senses.
Your feet carried you toward the door, a sigh leaving your throat as you walked the stairs to the roof where you knew he would be.
Sure enough, there he was sitting on the edge with his feet dangling over the street below. His eyes watched the city lights, looking deep in thought.
“Bucky?” You asked, taking off your heels and walking steadily toward him. Bucky stood up, walking towards you and backing you against the wall. “Do you think that was funny? Doing that to me?”
Bucky’s breath smelled like bourbon and licorice, his eyes blazing with what seemed like fury but you knew something resided underneath. “Nothing was happening between us!” You defended, throwing your hands in the air.
“Really? Because it definitely seemed like something was happening when you were hung all over him!” Bucky yelled back, his chest heaving.
“Even if something did happen, what would have to do with it? We’re not together anymore! You chose that and now look where we are!” Your voice bounced off the walls around you, the echo reminding you just how high up you were.
Bucky stepped closer towards you, “You know I’ll never get over you.”
Something clicked inside you, your brain turning with every word he said. It was then you realized that you felt the same, there was no way in hell you would ever get over him, especially living in the same building as him.
Your anger faded, your lips connecting with his roughly. Bucky responded immediately, his hands kneading your body hungrily.
This kiss was different. You didn’t feel the sweet sparks that you usually did. Instead they were replaced by a blazing fire in the bit of your stomach. You really missed him, and you didn’t realize how much until he had touched you again.
He lifted your legs, allowing you to wrap them around his torso, holding you tightly against the wall. “Fuck, doll…” he trailed off, peppering kisses across your neck.
Your breathing was harsh, goosebumps appearing all over your body. “Bucky you need to-” you gasped as he bit down on your earlobe.
“Hmm?” He hummed questioningly, holding you as close to him as possible. Your brain clouded, completely forgetting what you were going to say.
“Oh, Buck.” Your head lolled to the side, allowing Bucky more access to your neck.
Fireworks continued to go off in your belly, heat pooling in between your legs while you kissed Bucky as if you hadn’t in years. You missed him more than anything, and you were definitely glad that you made the decision to confront him.
“I love you.” He gasped into your ear.
Your cheeks heated at his words, doing a backflip in your head before bringing his lips back to yours, “I love you too.”